The Wistful Show
The train did not roar when it left, but rather it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of steam and rust that smelled of wet iron and the specific, damp decay of the valley floor, leaving behind a silence so profound that it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical pressure against the eardrums, a vacuum sealing the world shut around the small, terrified figure of Elias who...
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